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Starved For You  by NefeliBata053
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When pride is louder than love, who bleeds first? Iyan: He was the boy who was destined to have it all-wealth, power, legacy. But the only thing he ever truly wanted was the fire he could never tame. A king built from cold ambition, carrying a heart scarred by the one girl who burned him first. He conquers. He destroys. But beneath the tailored suits and ruthless ambition, he bleeds for a love he lost and a war he never wanted. Hazel: She was the girl who built herself from nothing. Ab elegant fire forged from betrayal, pride, and a love she swore she would never need again. A spirit stitched together with ambition, defiance, and silent scars. She fights. She rises. But no success can silence the ache for the boy she once knew and the man she now vows to defeat. In a world where power is currency and pride is armor, love becomes the most dangerous war. They were never meant to be allies. They were destined to either destroy or save each other. Because when the abyss meets the flame, either the darkness consumes the fire... Or the fire lights up the darkness. A story of love, revenge, longing, and the thin, desperate line between hate and yearning. The Abyss x The Flame.
Eros ✔ by NefeliBata053
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Eros - He was the boy who lost everything. The boy who once loved fiercely, selflessly, tragically. A soul carved from heartbreak, wrapped in grief, poetry, and silence. He pushes. He breaks. He no longer believes in "forevers." His love has once ended. Now, he hides behind poems and a guarded heart, haunted by a past that refuses to let go. Arya - She was the girl who promised to bring his smile back. Drawn to lost things and familiar sadness, she glows with untold truths and a strange sense of déjà vu. She stays. She bends. She remembers something her heart won't let her forget. In a world where memories lie and grief lingers like smoke, two souls haunted by the past collide again. Their souls seem to recognize each other before their minds do. But love like theirs doesn't come without ruin. And not all stories are meant to end in light. A story about second love, unspoken promises, and a love that feels written in the stars. A tale of love that rises from ashes, and two hearts orbiting each other like the moon and the earth. ~~ "You are my moon." "And you are a poet." "Who should defend the moon, if not the poet?"
Elysian | Poetry ✓ by NefeliBata053
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Elysian (adjective) : Relating to or characteristic of heaven or paradise/ a blissful state "Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." ~ Plutarch {No copying/translation of the work is allowed.} Rankings: #4 in Romantic Poems (30/08/22) Awards: 3rd in "The Pageturners Awards" 2nd in "The Final Rose Awards"